I'm sick of the land lubbers, I'm sick of the tan lovers The tie dyes, the tired eyes and the rest So I'm going out to see what the water makes of me Or if there is just a lubber in my chest It's not about cattle, I'm sick of committing So I might as well straddle the line between starting and quitting And if they don't commend me they won't get off easy, cause it's hard for me I guess So the salt negates my bitterness, this silly situation is hit or miss My love for you is nearly gone Between a thorn in my side and a water bitten ride I will take the one with more wide open sky And if they publish me ever and I get what is coming About my endeavor and not about the fact that I'm running A magazine cover so your future lover will shiver when he reads what's become of me It's been a matter of months, I don't matter to you So I guess there is something that you'd like me to do Find something abandoned or a deeper shade of blue or maroon or a darker night sky But it's gotten to the point where I think I can see In the murkiest depths for several miles it seems But no publications have even mentioned my name So I started wearing earth tones again, I started feeling alone again I've started wondering where you are
But it's not like I've seen all the things I need to see and it's not like I've done all the things I gotta But I miss you goddamnit, I hate to admit it I didn't even plan it, but my head went and did it So I'll stay a bit longer and I'll hope to get stronger but I'm weaker than you think But if i can't stop this restlessness then I can't stop the rest of this I'll take my longing to the shore And I'm going back westward, so I can counter-sequester Myself from yourself and yourself from the storm The streets are more quiet than they were when I left them I won't start a riot but I guess I've got a couple of questions Like where the hell are you And what am I to do now that I've returned and my bridges have been burned But as my luck would have it, you quit your bad habit You started sleeping with the door closed And the curtains drawn tight and an absence of light And the feeling something bad is gonna happen So my shoulders pulled through just in time To find four hands in the air but none of them were mine So I'm going back out there, I'm going back out there in spite of you But I need you back sometime, I need you back sometime But any old time won't do